#wardrobe: simon

[wombywoo]

the series is finally complete--Johnny yapping across the seasons 🌞🍂❄️🌷

[the-ace-with-spades]

So, I imagine that Soap is around 5'11, which is not short at all, even if it seems so if you look at the people he works with.

However, from his whole family, he is the tallest.

His da is 5'8, his brother is 5'9, his sisters are 5'2 and 5'3 and his mam is 5' nothing. To his family, Johnny is not only tall but also overgrown.

(This is also why entering the military was a shock to the system --- Soap was used to being pretty tall if not the tallest person around and then boom, he's smol)

The first time Soap takes Ghost to his family home, he is instantly named a giant. Literally, his mam when she sees him says something along the lines of 'and I thought my boy was a giant' and his da makes the typical joke of 'what does the army feed you?' and one of Soap's sister says she 'woulda climb him like a tree too if she had the chance' and his brother goes all 'was gonna give the fella a shovel talk but I think he's too big too bury by myself any case'. Soap is so embarrassed by them but Ghost is awkwardly shy anytime his height is pointed out.

On top of it, he tries to help Soap's mam in the kitchen (I like to think he likes to cook) and there is the comical image of her, standing there tiny at 5'0 and Ghost towering over her at 6'3 or 6'4 (Soap's not sure, Simon slouches often) and trailing behind her as she orders him around. There's literally a moment when she goes to grab herself a step ladder to reach something on the top shelf and Ghost just stretches his arm a bit and gets it for her. She might or might not ask if he can dust the cobwebs from the corners of the ceilings she can't reach herself. (Ghost dusts the cobwebs, duh, even if Johnny can't snicker at him enough).

Johnny's brother uses Ghost's height to make his kid eat his veggies, 'if you eat your veggies, you're going to grow as tall as him'. Ghost goes along with it.

The kids in general treat him like a walking jungle gym --- especially because he's not only tall but also strong enough to function as a walking jungle gym. One of Soap's nieces who used to love piggyback rides from him now insists Ghost has to be the one because he makes her feel taller than Soap does.

They're supposed to sleep in Soap's childhood bedroom and Soap's da brings in an ottoman and a couple of pillows so Ghost's feet 'don't stick out'. Soap laughs it off until he realizes that Ghost's feet would, in fact, stick out from his tiny double bed if he slept straightened out.

[oeuvrinarydurian]

It’s SNARKY LITTLE SHIT SUNDAY.

There’s so much Snark to choose from in this scene that I literally could not edit it into a GIF. It’s 84 seconds of videotastic delight.

Volume up.

Snark gold. 

[fandomfloozy]

No bc this irks me. It's the PRINCIPLE of the thing at this point.

Why all the people who were out here anticipating season 3 of Bridgerton and saying "I hope Penelope makes Colin work for it" and "I wanna see him on his hands and knees begging for her to forgive him" or "I want him to confess his love and for her to initially reject him" suddenly so QUIET now???

Where did y'all GO???

And I'm not talking to the girlies (gn) who read the book. I have a different bone to pick with y'all 🫵🫵🫵 about how you let us get our hopes up

Rn it's about the friends-to-unrequited-love-to-lovers enjoyers who suddenly ✨ DONT HAVE MY FUCKIN BACK ✨ and were won over by one (1) singular scene. It takes only the one (1) risque moment and suddenly you don't want "she fell first, he fell harder" x "what you needed was in front of you the whole time" done CORRECTLY and you've left me to myself SCREAMING

[tabithatwo]

Courtney Eaton for Free People / May 2023

[rimeswithpurple]

Carry On Countdown Day 17 - Fluff

This is a real game and they would definitely own it! Simon gets to flex his forklift certification skills at home too!

[blackycat7u7]

First ever post in a years old account xd

I was bored and decided to create some CoD characters on Lioden, and I really liked how they turned out so I'm sharing them.

They are all made out of pure vibes so it's alright if you don't see them in them (?, also here is only the main tf141

Captain John Price

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I didn't save the marks so I dont know them except from Ghost who is my new king in case someone wanted to know. I have more designs but I dont know if I will post them.

Hope this post looks good its my first time posting anything and I dont know what I'm doing xd

[young-royals-confessions]

In response to the person asking about the purple hoodie. Purple is a colour associated with royalty, and in the show the purple hoodie can represent Simon’s feelings towards Wille. In a lot of their positive interactions with each other Simon is wearing purple - often the hoodie. These scenes include the kiss after the movie, their first time, when they discuss the book, etc. When Simon is trying to distance himself from his emotions or feeling negative towards Wille he tends to be shown in yellow or orange - like when he accuses the monarchy of being welfare receivers. In the scene in which Simon tells Wille he is going to report August to the police he is wearing yellow, showing that despite what Wille said about being with him he is going to choose otherwise. BUT when he goes to Wille’s room afterwards and they start undressing, Simon’s sweater is inverted as he takes it off, showing that he is wearing a purple shirt underneath - betraying the feelings he still has. He’s also wearing purple in the season 3 sneak peek.

In terms of the colours orange and yellow, they’re most often worn by Simon, although the sweater that he steals from Wille is orange. This is the same sweater that Wille wears when he arrives at Hillerska. Someone (I think from the crew?) mentioned that this showed that Wille was already on the path to meeting Simon from the moment he arrived.

💜🧡

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | JOHN PRICE

CHAPTER FOUR

Next chapter (5)

The story is also on wattpad, Neobook, Tumblr Enjoy

The darkness that engulfed the room Jinx was in was terrifying to her, she felt like a small child who is afraid of the dark. She was afraid of the dark, but she didn't have a Hug that she could hug to protect her from the demons that lurked in the darkness of the darkness and yet she felt them devouring her.

The sudden spurt from the bed made her head spin, she felt as if she had gotten drunk. And it had been so long since she had let the percentages of alcohol flow through her veins, she hadn't been drinking, but the fear through the nightmare flowed through her veins as if she were on a busy highway. The unsteady breathing that she so badly wanted to calm down did not allow her causing her thoughts to flow at a hundred miles an hour, eyes that would often blink moistened dilated pupils slowly gave in contracted

The nightmare seemed so real

She slowly calmed down, from her backpack I quickly pulled out the teddy bear she loved so much, she pressed it to her chest wanting to experience the peace that the teddy bear provided her. Pulling in air with her nose and letting out with her mouth, she felt the calm exchange with stress calming the highway that was in her veins and changing to the slow road as it had always been. She felt her lips dry and slowly cracking demanding to be moistened with her tongue and preferably with a moisturizing lipstick, but she didn't have one with her.

It was late and it was dark everywhere. She was scared, but the teddy bear on her chest enveloped her as if done by a mother who is trying to soothe her child, but... there was no mother, she never had one. Her mother didn't even want her she wasn't surprised she couldn't blame her, but... she could blame her

Even if she didn't want her she could have given her some loving or supportive feelings, but she couldn't count on it. The world was too cruel for her to experience happiness, love she could not count on any support. Not in this world

Did it hurt? Terribly. But she was used to it

She would give her soul for someone to give her these emotions, but she didn't even believe in them. She didn't believe in love or happiness. No. She despised it and yet... she wanted it so much her mind craved it and yet pushed it out of her however she could not want it. She didn't want to be hurt again she didn't want to trust the wrong person again, she didn't know how to trust, she had unlearned it. She trusted the wrong person so now she doesn't trust, she gave love to someone and that person shamelessly laughed and tore her heart to shreds

So she doesn't love

So she doesn't trust

Everyone lies

 Her bare feet retreated slightly when her toes touched the cold floor and yet after a second she was completely standing on the cold boards she headed toward the white door, putting her ears to the painted wood of the door she tried to catch any sounds, be it Price pacing around her house or the TV or anything else.

But she encountered a deafening silence

Pressing her hand on the handle gently and quietly pressed it while opening the door trying not to make any squeak. The house was quiet as if she was just a living soul falling into the hallway began to walk again this time stopping at the photos trying to decipher what is on them, it was too dark to see what is on them. Going away from the first picture, she wrote down in her memory to look at it in the morning or to wake up again when it was brighter and she could see. Her legs carried her down the hallway. She went to the last door in the hallway.

She heard snoring inside the room, quite loud snoring, and yet she had to strain her hearing to hear it behind the thick walls and doors of the captain's room. Sleeping is a good sign, snoring is an even better sign. She's in dreamland, so it's unlikely she'll wake up any time soon and she'll have time to search the house. She walked quietly into the house and found the same living room where she had been sitting a few hours ago, the clock over the TV said it was two in the morning. How much did she sleep? She didn't know

Looking around the dark room, she saw little, and squinted her eyes to sharpen her vision. But she didn't find anything interesting, so if she had to look for the key to the front door, she'd have to look with the former captain, but she didn't trust herself or him.

Why didn't she trust herself? She hasn't been robbing anyone in a long time, and she hasn't been snooping in flats or anywhere else, she has to remember how to do it before she falls into a bigger swamp than she is. But her eyes stumbled on the window, basically the view from the window, and she walked up to the window sill, leaned her hand against the wooden window sill, and leaned closer to the window.

Big bene! You can see Big Ben from here!

She smiled slowly at the sight of the great clock symbolic of London, tried to look for other interesting things with her eyes, but the city was plunged into darkness in every window the buildings were dark everyone was sleeping and the streets were lit by lamps. She hadn't seen such a landscape in so long, since she was in juvie, all she saw were grey walls and mold on the walls, and here... she liked what she saw, she wrote it down so she could wake up more often at night to be able to marvel at London slumbering and peaceful night.

The moon was almost full, in fact, it was a long way away from the full moon. It was half bright and the other half completely dark, but that did not change the fact that it was exceptionally large that night and shone brightly with its blue-grey light, the stars hiding behind thick grey clouds. Jinx had to close her eyes even more to see the stars, but one was the brightest.

I suspect they called it the North Star, but she wasn't sure. She hadn't read any atlas for a long time, and she liked astronomers, and she always dreamed of landing on the moon or a walker being in space and feeling that moment when you cross the atmosphere, she wanted to levitate in a state of no weight of bones.

Stupid dreams that don't come true

She looked away from the landscape outside the window, she'll come back to it, but now she's got another job. She went back to quiet sneaking, her knees were slightly bent, and her muscles were reminiscent of how long she hadn't done it, and she blamed herself for missing such an important task as taking care of her muscles. Of course she worked out in juvie, but it was to kill time and boredom. She didn't perfect and keep her muscles in good shape.

Those muscles that built up when she was on the street are down now, but she'll fix them while she's at Price's. Everything will change, new plans will come into effect. She will regain her freedom. Everything will be perfect. She just has to earn it.

As she walked towards the kitchen from which Price had left, she almost entered the chair, cursed under her nose, but did not hear the door open, so the older man was still asleep.  The kitchen wasn't big. In general, the apartment was not big enough for one person like the captain, but it was enough for another person like Jinx, come on surprise for the teenager that she did not see any feminine or other extras anywhere.

The captain was lonely told it the walls of the apartment and the atmosphere of the apartment, he was lonely sensed to in his mind, but he did not complain about loneliness. A slight sense of guilt rested on the shoulders of a teenager, but why? She didn't even care about him, why would she care about that?

The brightness of the light in the fridge caused eye pain in the young woman causing her eyebrows to wrinkle and frown. There is nothing sweet in the fridge certainly is on a diet looking at the very healthy food in the fridge, but certainly not a vegetarian looking at the shelf full of meat. Meat savour, so there'll be something to eat.

Well, she could have sworn to God that if she had to eat only plant equivalents she'd throw up, tried to be a vegetarian and ended up throwing up for the next week. At the mere memory of it, she shuddered and closed the fridge. She returned to the small living room, saw nothing to check, the bathroom seemed the least interesting to check.

So again she ended up looking at the landscape from the window sill, she even went so far as to sit on the back of the couch, where her back would normally rest on it, she could sit down and look out the window without having to unplug herself, she had her beloved bear in her trouser belt, who protected her from the demons lurking in the dark and in the corners. It was so calm, she could think so much, but her mind was empty, not knowing why.

The dark sky calmed her, the moon gently illuminated her skin with its gray-blue glow, and the rays from the street lamps also reached her skin, illuminating her with a warm shade of light, and the contrast between the lights fascinated her.

How much peace she could get from just looking at the night sky she couldn't count as she breathed in the air she felt watched, she opened her eyes to meet the captain bouncing through the window. She jumped scared, causing her to fall off the couch on her ass, oh how much it hurt, she wrinkled all over her face in pain. She opened her eyes again to meet the great stature of the man standing above her, his blue irises staring closely at her waiting for her to stop fooling around, his hands on his hips and his face looked as if he were judging her.

She swallowed the saliva hard and the gout in her throat grew. An awkward giggle came out of her mouth, wanting to ease the tense atmosphere that she might cut with a knife or hang herself for her, she might hang herself for her stupidity. How did she get so easily caught? Why didn't she hear the door open? Why didn't she hear the captain wake up?

There were so many questions growing in her head and she couldn't find the answers, but now she realized how many hours she'd been sitting at the window. The sun began to crawl into the night sky illuminating every dark corner, she looked at the clock over the TV at six o’clock in the morning – What were you doing here? – asked the hoarse morning voice of the captain, he was hoarser than before his throat demanded water or morning coffee or maybe even tea who knows what the captain likes to drink in the morning

She didn’t know how to answer him, she could have told the truth, but she might as well have lied. “I woke up, tried to find my way to the bathroom, but I got stuck admiring the view from the window,” the teenager confessed. It was half-truth. She hoped Price would swallow it and not dwell on it. The captain only raised his eyebrow, but nodded his head.

He swallowed the lie, could not find on the face or body language of the teenager that it was a sign of a lie, so he agreed with her – How long were you sitting there? – He grunted heading towards the kitchen, from which it seemed the teenager was leaving a few minutes ago, but the clock above the TV indicated something else. She really didn't feel three hours eluding her like a ghost that doesn't want to be caught by ghost hunters.

- Uh. I don’t know – Her voice was quiet, as if she couldn’t get a louder tone out of herself, perhaps because of tiredness? But she didn't feel tired, she felt awake. She didn't understand what was going on. She was tired of feeling trapped and helpless at someone's mercy and being forced to change.

- And I don't suppose you've been poking around my house, have you? - He accused her as if he knew he would, he expected it. He knew the answer to that question and yet he asked it as if he wanted to hear it from her lips – Uh no? – she lied, but he wasn’t there so he couldn’t tell if she was lying or not, but he trusted his instinct that she was sniffing – What do you want for breakfast? – asked looking behind the kitchen frames

Seeing that the teenager is still sitting on the ground raised his eyebrows – Are you going to sit there all day? –

- Yeah, I know. He's getting up. And I don’t know what he wants for breakfast, I don’t necessarily know what’s in the breakfast offer – She interrupted him, didn’t even let him finish his question, but I was already irritated, she was in him too. He really didn't like being interrupted, he snorted something under his nose that a teenager couldn't hear, and then he went back to the kitchen, got up off the floor, and her tailbone hurt from the fall, and that's the wrong way to start the day, and that's the wrong way to get caught, and

She looked like an idiot.

Or is she?

No. She's smart and smart, she's not stupid sometimes she makes mistakes, but she's not stupid

Not that stupid

She hid it more in the pocket of her bear, wanted to feel it, so she could calm down, so she wouldn't do anything stupid. She had to get him back to the room so the ex-captain wouldn't find his weak spot in him. That bear had been her weak point since she was born. The bear has lived a lot with or without her. He's missing an eye under the swings. There's holes where the cotton came out from inside the bear. But it was stitched with what she found on the streets. No matter how ugly the bear looks to her, it's important. The same goes for the journal that was hidden deep in her little bag. When she gets back to her room, she'll have to write down every discovery in Price's house and make an optional list of what she'll be worthwhile. when he finally finds a way to escape from this place.

She has to find an escape from this cursed place, and she made an idiot of herself and wanted to run away and bury herself 20 feet underground, where she will die and no one will cry and she will feel no embarrassment. Life liked to mock her, and she didn't know it, at least she'd known it all her life, especially after she escaped from the basement of a house that was supposed to be her home, but wasn't. It wasn't a safe haven where she grew up happily, if you call it parenting, she just got food so she wouldn't die and she didn't get a gram of feelings.

She had no home, the streets were her home, her hideout was a home, she had to find a way back to her hideout, maybe when Price pulls her out of the house, she'll find a way back, eventually he won't know where to look for her.

[i01-xcl]

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Val's comedy wardrobe

The silly hat collection part 2 🎩🦇🐷🪶👑🤡

He's literally this kid

[roselyn-writing]

Simone’s shoe lookbook.

I decided to do it 😆.

All pics from Pinterest.

[daisy-dupes]

Daisy Meets Simone

Episode 1: Come and Get It

Daisy’s Crushed Velvet Cardigan

Under $100 (limited stock) from Etsy

Daisy’s Crochet Bra Top

Under $50 (limited stock) from Etsy

Daisy’s Camel Suede Shorts

Under $100 from Revolve / Free People

Under $300 from Nasty Gal

[blujayonthewing]

hehehe

[dante-mightdie]

sorry feminism (c/w: housewife kink, light smut, light babytrapping)

something about simon or price picking the sleazy, feral party girl as their future wifey. they want to tame you from jäger shots and late nights in sweaty clubs to formula and packing lunches

late nights are now spent cuddled up to your husband, your head on his shoulder as he taps away on his laptop. you’ve come a long way from the night you first met, letting him bend you over in the men’s toilet of some dive bar

had no intention of pulling out and knew exactly what he was doing when you came to him a week later, teary eyes and positive pregnancy tests wrapped up in your bag. slip’s an engagement ring on your finger that night because a baby needs a family, love

your first morning together was spent hungover, greasy takeout shared in their messy bedroom. small, humbly decorated flat that’s cozy enough for two was soon swapped for a big four-bedroom in the english midlands

now your husband awakes to their uniform ironed and hanging on the wardrobe door, steaming hot coffee already on the bedside table. kids all dressed for school and lined up at the “create-your-own-pancake” spread you made for breakfast. lunches all packed with sweet notes and drawn hearts

your husband gets a nudie polaroid in his lunch because old habits die hard for you <3

[varietales]

i never did a tag drop for him oops